as a little girl, i recall going on special breakfast dates with my dad. he worked outside of the house and had 3 daughters so these rotating dates provided him an opportunity for some good ol' one on one with each of us. (i realize now how grateful i am to my mama, who most likely orchestrated those events but didn't get to enjoy the delights of a mcdonald's date on an early weekday morning.) i LOVE when i get to spend time with just one of my children - time when i don't feel distracted, when i don't feel like i'm spread too thin. i get little pockets of time with marvel these days because of our childcare setup, but sometimes i don't get to be alone with koruna until i am snuggling with her at bedtime.
except when we do breakfast dates. ian and i have continued that tradition and it makes our family life run more smoothly. if i spend all day with koruna and still miss her, when she appears to be going loco, when things just seem a little off - it's time for a breakfast date.
now when we're actually on the breakfast date, i often feel the urge to talk to koruna about meaningful things, to demonstrate my wisdom, to bring up difficult subjects, to inquire about all of the little parts of her that i am beginning to not know. and i mostly fight that urge.
because i know we just need to laugh about what the waiter says, to color on the placemat, to cuddle in the booth, to just see what comes up. alone. together.